Retaliation
Retaliation is my purpose to on earth. One day my father said my heart will kill you - He may be correct. I've overdosed left for thirty minutes then came back to earth. I've accepted things because of childhood fear. Ive been back stabbed by blood, and…
The Cost of Return is The Art of War — From the notebooks
The Cost of Return is The Art of War Peoplr may recognize me when I believe something is wrong, but I don’t easily ignore it. I pushes for change, speaks up, so the truth is addressed but the struggle is making sure the pursuit of what is right…
Retaliation is my purpose on earth. — From the notebooks
Retaliation is my purpose on earth. One day my father said my heart will kill you – He may be correct. I’ve overdosed left for thirty minutes then came back to earth. I’ve accepted things because of childhood fear. I’ve been…
Unholy world. — From the notebooks
Today I made a post on my Facebook about section 8 on the stigmas since Massachusetts wanted to cut its budget I wanted to inform the public You know be a helping hand but I realized once you help it’s not in your power to control how it’s proceeded…
People Are Pocket Change (2025) — New Poems
A purchased party, transactional at its finest. Some are worth cents, others, crisp, uncreased dollars. A purchased party, disputable, disposable— tossed like loose change yet clutched like a life saver. A…
I Killed the King — New Poems
Ninety-nine billion people, and I am the breath that fills your lungs— unseen, yet stitched into the fabric of your existence. Crafted by gods, an angel, they say, yet my edges are frayed by psychopathic tendencies. Raw…
How They Proceed After Isn’t Your Problem. Carry On. — New Poems
This toxic environment of hatred fuels self-destruction and overshadows the future. Selfish anger seeps into every interaction, transforming into something almost unholy. A moment’s respite was meant to break the cycle—to seal the door to vengeance and…
To Whom — New Poems
If the enemy wants to flash the voodoo, compute the right way. Don’t riddle around the merry-go-round; it’ll only cost you your temptation. If the enemy wants to strike with whispers, let your silence weigh like stone.…
The Cost of Return — Jaded
If I had a dollar for every time someone left my life, I would be a billionaire. If I had a dollar for every time they left and came back, I would have nothing. Because absence has value. But return—return costs me everything. The reopening of doors, the…
Versions of Betrayal — Jaded
Getting used to a new custom— built by the version of me that dares to seek a better self— feels like betrayal pressed deeper into the spine I used to trust. Familiar rituals, once comforting, now ache like borrowed sins. Hopeful beginnings have made me…